Time rants and Time rages.
Time commits and acquits in stages; all in a dog’s day of Summer. Time’s ideas are static, though his body frantic. His mouth, always in motion.
Time gives and Time takes.
Time makes love and flakes love; all in a dog’s day. Time wanders in wonder and then falls apart; though in no way, idle thoughts His words become the initial force upon a growing heart.
Yours; the one he attends to and intends to break.